The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1887-02-05

u sue LOOK care Of him like a sis.
Ter for a long month at least. and !,
wasn't any little care either. And after
ne went away what do you guess be
"A diamond-ringp"
"a good-sized checkP"
"A silver te~a-servicep"
mo. a barrel of sugar"
I'D ne think she needed 80 much
~sweetening?"
II don't know what he thought
only know what he sent; and when il
came she was so pleased she actually
uanced round it-for l happened to be
there and saw her."
I'm sure says, I, you earned il
and MORE
YES says she. 4 think I did,
"Bless that woman! It was one Of
the few things she earned that ever got
paid up on this side of the river. Not
that mean that exactly. either" Aunt
Hannah stopped knitting long enough to
wipe her eyes, for there was a look al
ways in her face that seemed to be a
kind OF a rejecting back of the smile
OF the Master, and 1 can't help believ-
ing such as she don't have to wait for
the folding of their hands to hear in
his own voice the wei done, good
and faithful servant"
You see, girls, we had got to know
her better by that time. We knew that
while she hadn't much time for a COM
Portable dress-up afternoon at a society
meeting, she always managed to be
where there was a real helping hand
wanted. And that's partly how it came
she was delighted over that barrel of
sugar.
Now says she. 4 can always have
a glass Of jelly for sick ones, and plenty
OF blackberry cordial for any children
that may be ailing.'
II haven't told you that Mrs. Fother-
gill had her own notions about fruit.
She believed there was nothing like it
to make sick folk well, and to keep we'll
folk well. She used to say: Give chill
dren plenty Of bread and milk and
fruit, with a few fresh eggs, and it's
little meat they'll WANT and thought
it next door to a crime to give folk fat
pork and pies in hot weather, or, in.
deed, much of such doings at any time.
"In summer she had all the fruit she
wanted, but it was the winter supply
that bothered her, for she never could
get enough sugar to put it up. Always
had to be scrimping and scrimping, but
still would have it in some shape, though
l am free to confess that her canned
raspberries did sometimes taste more
like sawdust and vinegar than any
thing else-or would have if any one
could have had the meanncss to say SO
which they couldn't.
"And now that she had that sugarI
thought that woman would impoverish
herself in jars. l told her so, but she
and said it seemed as if she
never could stop putting up when some
body might be wanting fruit before
next spring. l know she went without
a best bonnet, and what else she went
without nobody but the Lord knew.
The children picked and hulled and
stemmed and stoned and peeled and
cut. and she measured and weighed
and skinned and clarified, and sealed
up till you'd have called it a regular
Every old cracked pitcher or
teacup or broken-legged
was filled with jam or jelly, and
when she put up the last lot of crab
apple jelly there were barely enough
cups Or glasses left to go round at table.
But she said they could get along very
we'll till some of them were empty. Invent
,ver to see her one day about that time,
md found her just tying up a good
'ized stone jar.
"'That's the last Of my putting up
lays she. 4 told Mr.. Fothergill he
have a jar of real, old fastened
'each preserves, just such as his mother
,sed to make. for I didn't know when I
wei have another chance to do
Will you 60 down to the celler and
ee my fruitp I'm proud Of it.
''She took the jar and we want. l
ell you, girls, II eve you can make
UGH a showing you may feel proud. A
,reat swing shelf reached across the
ellar, and was filled from end to end.
The October sun was just sending q
ray through the window, and
would do any ones heart good to see
he sparkle Of those ruby-red %jellies and
mbcr-clear syrnps.
"'I1ey do look fine,' I said; but l
hould think you'd be tired Of the very
light of fruit after working so over it.
"'Oh, no. she said, 'th C tircd's all
ror n,,w and all tho VoOd tn coma